Madman with a Box

It was an interesting dilemma. The other should revolt him. They'd spent years constantly being a thorn in each others side. Not to mention they were on completely different sides on the morality spectrum.

The Doctor, ever the hero of the universe and especially of earth. On the opposite side; The Master, who took every chance he got to try and destroy what just that. All a grand ploy to get his attention.

Did he revolt him though? No, the Doctor couldn't say with certainty that he did. Despite the fact that he was wearing Rory's face.

"You should revolt me," He admitted out loud, though he couldn't get himself to look at the other time lord. "You're wearing Rory's face, you've done a lot of things that would earn it. "

“I knew this already, but you really do see things in complete black-and-white sometimes, did you know that?” Koschei asked, his head tilted as he looked at the Doctor, grappling with the reality of Rory’s last few moments. “— He did it willingly. He found out what it was. Wanted to spare Amy the possibility of watching it open. That was his last choice. You know how bad it can get if a person is aware of their vessel for too long. It just took a little bit of convincing. Just to be told it was the right choice.”

There was no other option, really. And he was still a bit soft. He liked poking and prodding at the Doctor, but Koschei supposed he couldn’t help but want to give the Doctor some solace in that moment.

The Doctor was looking into his eyes and he was grinning, maintaining that eye contact as they stood there, as he kept the Doctor so close that they were practically touching beyond the hold he had on him. And then he saw the way the Doctor’s expression changed when his eyes finally found what he was showing off. And he was too proud, entirely too committed even for one of his games. Because he’d show off what Dark did to him to anyone, but this was far more special.

“I’d argue I know you better than anyone in the universe. I think you might be inclined to agree.” Koschei said as he tried to deflect this onto a different person, a different man. “But you did, and you were so happy to do it, too…” He says, tugging at the Doctor’s wrist again- and this time Koschei does make him touch him, guides fingers to brush along the scar before he had a chance to retreat. Dances along the edges of his psychic link just to taunt him with the fact that it was there.

“I kind of just wanted to see the look on your face…” Koschei says, and his own eyes were just a bit lidded, a smirk on his face. “If I ever see your TARDIS I’m just not able to help myself. I have to go meddle even for a little bit, you know me. At least before he goes and gets jealous that I went off to go pay attention to you, sweethearts… Mm. Worth it.”

The Doctor wanted to say that the Master was wrong but he couldn’t. He knew all too well what is was like. Living with the knowledge that the true self was locked away. The memories that slipped out in the form of dreams. It was enough to drive someone mad, could change them into a different person entirely. If Rory had come to know about it, then he didn’t blame him.

“I don’t doubt that he opened it for the right reasons, but tell me, did he know before or after that Doctor told him?”

Looking at the scar, he wasn’t so sure of himself now. He didn’t personally make this scar, but the way the other time lord talked with absolute confidence, was enough to make him question his stance. Then he became all to aware of the psychic link he’d hadn’t been aware of having existed until this moment. 

“The wound isn’t deep enough to be of ill-intent..” The Doctor was aware of the fact that he’d basically proven the other right with one sentence. “But it probably hurt, so what happens to me in the future that I would do something like this? We clearly have a connection, I can feel you  knocking around my head, so you should have any idea what happened.”

The Doctor finally managed to direct his eyes away from the scar that Koschei felt so very proud of, ignoring the urge to meet the other’s eyes.

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)

A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

It was an interesting dilemma. The other should revolt him. They'd spent years constantly being a thorn in each others side. Not to mention they were on completely different sides on the morality spectrum.

The Doctor, ever the hero of the universe and especially of earth. On the opposite side; The Master, who took every chance he got to try and destroy what just that. All a grand ploy to get his attention.

Did he revolt him though? No, the Doctor couldn't say with certainty that he did. Despite the fact that he was wearing Rory's face.

"You should revolt me," He admitted out loud, though he couldn't get himself to look at the other time lord. "You're wearing Rory's face, you've done a lot of things that would earn it. "

He knew he was smug, and he knew he couldn’t really hide it. It was like knowing you’ve won before the other person even quite got their footing. Koschei raised an eyebrow, considering the Doctor’s question as he stayed close to him. Invaded space as he tried to ration with his future. They were probably just sharing breath now— he was always pretty excellent at chicken, and now there was another layer to it.

“— Oh, he convinced Rory to let me out.” He said, smile on his face. Koschei was especially proud of that. To know Dark had been so convinced it was him, so desperate to find him again… No wonder they both fit so well. “Very grateful for that, actually. It was starting to get cramped. He was so excited when he realized it was me…”

And Koschei reached out, touching his wrist in a way that could be described as gentle, before he was pulling said wrist closer to his own body. Didn’t make him touch him, though. Only considered it as Koschei stared at their hands for a moment. “Mm. But you’re cagey. And that usually means something’s hit with you. And I’ll take that as a win.”

The way the Doctor looked at him made Koschei roll his eyes, looking back at him. “— Doctor. Out of everything I’ve lied about to get a rise out of you. Everything I’ve pulled. Do you really think we’re married is something I’d come up with? Willingly? And then say to you? Out loud?” He asked with a laugh, and grinned, reached to pull at his shirt impulsively. “I know there isn’t, so this is more of a show-off, more than anything else.” And he pulled down his shirt collar, showed off a healing scar that implied something deep, painful at one point. It didn’t hurt that it wasn’t the only one there, either.

“He did this. And I asked for it. And I could show you exactly how it happened and you wouldn’t believe me. I know that already, love.” He leaned in, even closer, a little smirk on his face and a glint in his eye, wanting to see if he’d finally pull. “— And I know that you know how to make things hurt very, very nicely.”

The Doctor found himself instantly revolted. Not at Koschei, although he should be, but at his apparent future self. How could he have changed so much that any version of him willingly sacrificed the life of the human they’d spent time traveling with? Because that’s what it was, a sacrifice. Once that watch opened that person was gone.

“No, that can’t be. I wouldn’t, I’d have to be immoral.” The Doctor was at a loss for words. In a way he could understand the desire to want an old friend back, or husband apparently in the future, but at the cost of a life? “Doing that... poor Amy... Rory is too stubborn to just give up  just like that.”

The puppet to Koschei’s puppeteering, The Doctor felt himself get pulled closer to him. Their breathes mixed with each other and he couldn’t stop himself from looking into his eyes. He tried to look away, but something stopped him, an impulse maybe. “Of course I’m cagey, you have me so close and you telling me all of these things about being married an-”

-And then he saw the scar. Koschei was a little too proud of himself to be lying about it. It wasn’t just him pulling strings, there was some truth to it all. A truth he was fighting very hard to not acknowledge. 

It was an interesting dilemma. The other should revolt him. They'd spent years constantly being a thorn in each others side. Not to mention they were on completely different sides on the morality spectrum.

The Doctor, ever the hero of the universe and especially of earth. On the opposite side; The Master, who took every chance he got to try and destroy what just that. All a grand ploy to get his attention.

Did he revolt him though? No, the Doctor couldn't say with certainty that he did. Despite the fact that he was wearing Rory's face.

"You should revolt me," He admitted out loud, though he couldn't get himself to look at the other time lord. "You're wearing Rory's face, you've done a lot of things that would earn it. "

It was so easy to give the Doctor a small piece of information— even the idea of information, really— and get him going. He did most of the work for Koschei just by getting himself impatient. He knew the Doctor too well, sometimes.

“Oh, now you want to know, though. In fact, if I leave here without saying another word on the subject, it’ll be all that’s on your mind for years.” Koschei knew he was a bit too smug about the whole thing. It was hard not to be, and easier to avoid the more expected pang of rejection he’d ignore in the past by simply finding the Doctor’s denial more amusing than before.

His arms were crossed, and he was leaning back just so, at the very least giving the illusion of getting out of the Doctor’s space. “I said you were looking for me, I didn’t say you were looking for me. Don’t worry, I still surprised you plenty. I love a good reveal.” And Koschei smiled, head tilted just so as the Doctor spoke, brows knit up for a second. “… Are you absolutely certain of that, Doctor? Because I swear I’ve heard that before, and it went about as well as we both know it did.” He said, knowing full well that he probably wouldn’t like him leaving it at that.

“To be fair, if you had told me any of it beforehand too, I wouldn’t believe it. Could’ve been completely and blatantly honest and I wouldn’t believe you.” And that gave Koschei an idea, and there he was, close again, hand hovering over the collar of his own shirt. “— I could show you something, show you the exact memory of it, and I know for a fact you still wouldn’t believe me.”

It wasn’t just that the Master knew him well, as he had always been able to understand how he worked. It was the fact that the other time lord knew and understood this specific well. Way too well, and it didn’t sit comfortable well with him. Or did it?

“You definitely haven’t changed have you? Doesn’t matter what face you wear, always the same. You always somehow manage to get me even when I don’t want you to.” The Doctor hated how smug Koschei looked. In fact he was more smug now than he’d ever recalled seeing him before. “How did future me react then? When he found you?”

What happened next he wasn’t prepared for. He wasn’t prepared for the other to get so close him. He couldn’t help but shiver at the proximity. His whole body was stiff again, perhaps even more awkward when he’d first gotten this close to River.

It was an interesting dilemma. The other should revolt him. They'd spent years constantly being a thorn in each others side. Not to mention they were on completely different sides on the morality spectrum.

The Doctor, ever the hero of the universe and especially of earth. On the opposite side; The Master, who took every chance he got to try and destroy what just that. All a grand ploy to get his attention.

Did he revolt him though? No, the Doctor couldn't say with certainty that he did. Despite the fact that he was wearing Rory's face.

"You should revolt me," He admitted out loud, though he couldn't get himself to look at the other time lord. "You're wearing Rory's face, you've done a lot of things that would earn it. "

There was a smile, all soft and amused, that graced his features as the Doctor said that. He knew he wasn’t being subtle, but he never cared about subtlety. Especially not now. “Am I? Must not have noticed. That’s entirely on me, Doctor.”

He stopped from reaching out, to instinctively want to play with his hair, to touch him, to shove into his mind.

Another grin as he got closer to the Doctor, closed the gap between them. “I think you’re getting yourself riled up because you want to know so bad.” It was fun to watch him squirm and snap. But Koschei could only tease him for so long with no payout, he was acutely aware of that.

“You sought me out in the future, actually.” He finally says, still a step away from purring at the thought of it, the gap between them closed. “I didn’t expect it to be so hard to not touch you…” But he reached out, pushing some hair from his eyes anyways. “If you want to know so badly… We’re practically married, you and I. This face in particular. Even if you don’t believe me, I think you know something feels different… I just couldn’t help but see the sneak preview again. You’re so cute. So I’m sure you get it.”

It wasn’t that The Doctor necessarily wanted to know, in fact it was probably for the better if he didn’t. However, curiosity almost always got the better of him. Koschei had also, of course, made the choice to taunt him with the offer of knowledge and playing games with him. Avoiding telling him anything and making his impatience kick in.

“I’m not riled up, you think just think I’m riled up.” The Doctor calmed himself down to act like he most definitely wasn’t riled up. It was not a good attempt. “And It’s not like I want to know, I’m just curious is all and you’re not helping by playing games.”

It was an interesting dilemma. The other should revolt him. They'd spent years constantly being a thorn in each others side. Not to mention they were on completely different sides on the morality spectrum.

The Doctor, ever the hero of the universe and especially of earth. On the opposite side; The Master, who took every chance he got to try and destroy what just that. All a grand ploy to get his attention.

Did he revolt him though? No, the Doctor couldn't say with certainty that he did. Despite the fact that he was wearing Rory's face.

"You should revolt me," He admitted out loud, though he couldn't get himself to look at the other time lord. "You're wearing Rory's face, you've done a lot of things that would earn it. "

He was practically stalking him about, practically circling the Doctor. Trying to get a good look at him, as if he’d forgotten the way he was before he met Dark, before he was rescued by him….

Koschei could see the differences just as easily as the similarities. It all came as easily as the sensation that he was pushing buttons that would only rev everything up further. More than anything it was a game, finding a toy to play with while he was bored for the better part of a day.

What was changed is that I was practically made for you and you don’t even know it yet.

He keeps that to himself, though. Doesn’t share it with the other. He knew better anyways.

“I wonder if your body is responding to intuition, finally catching up to the ways our timelines don’t match…” Koschei mused. Because it was interesting enough, now, seeing that he didn’t want to see him and be disgusted. Or he did, but his body wouldn’t let him. “That’s a lovely little feature for me, at least. Don’t you think?” If that was the case, at least, it was enough to practically make him purr as he circled back round to the Doctor’s front.

“I bet that drives you mad, Theta. Seeing me like and not feeling the full strength of your usual intuition. Even more than usual, I should say. I know you get a bit soft even when you’re raving mad to see me again.”

The Doctor didn’t like the way Koschei was looking at him. He felt as if in some way he was being devoured, just by a simple look. The sensation of that was uncomfortable but not as uncomfortable as it should be. Oh god his body should be in fight of flight mode, but it wasn’t. Instead it was perfectly still, frozen in time.

“So we meet some time in the future, explains why you recognized me by face.” The Doctor said, although still bothered by the way the other time lord was looking at him. “Would quit looking at me like that? You’re looking at me like you want to eat me up.”

-And then for a split second he felt like Koschei wasn’t just talking to him. The Doctor found himself both confused and worried, but mostly worried. He shook his head at the thought.

It was an interesting dilemma. The other should revolt him. They'd spent years constantly being a thorn in each others side. Not to mention they were on completely different sides on the morality spectrum.

The Doctor, ever the hero of the universe and especially of earth. On the opposite side; The Master, who took every chance he got to try and destroy what just that. All a grand ploy to get his attention.

Did he revolt him though? No, the Doctor couldn't say with certainty that he did. Despite the fact that he was wearing Rory's face.

"You should revolt me," He admitted out loud, though he couldn't get himself to look at the other time lord. "You're wearing Rory's face, you've done a lot of things that would earn it. "

The initial shock would always be amusing to him, though he’d burnt through most of those now. He was staring at the Doctor, looking him up and down, probably not unlike he was going to eat him. How was he supposed to help himself when he happened upon such a treat?

How long had it been since he’d seen Theta like this? Since he’d seen him even remotely close to this? “I always have. I’m always curious to see where the line in the sand is drawn with you, every new face…” he said, sauntering closer to the Doctor.

“Oh, but that’s delightful. I don’t revolt you.” Koschei said, leaning closer, into the Doctor’s ear for a moment. He was a bit bored. He could tease for a while, if nothing else. “I bet you’d want to wonder why, hm? You always love being able to put a pin in feelings you don’t like. Wouldn’t want to look at me too hard, huh, sweethearts?”

There was something about the way the Koschei was acting towards him this time around, like he knew his face all to well. Was comfortable with it, but he didn’t understand it. This face hadn’t seen him up until now, or at least he had not recollection of it.

Upon finally looking up at him, there was a different sort of gleam in his eyes. Something he couldn’t quite place either. The Master he’d come to know was no different from the one in front of him so why did it feel so different? The Doctor didn’t like this feeling, and he knew he’d regret asking what Koschei was pushing him to ask.

“Okay, I’ll bite, I’ll play whatever game you’re playing.” The Doctor sounded every bit of hesitant as he felt and it showed. Something told him he wouldn’t like the answer, but he was too curious for his own good. “Why is it that you don’t revolt me, then? You who wears my former companions face. We’ve been at odds for most of our lives. What’s changed?”

[ tub ] — our muses share a hot tub together

The Doctor thought it would be a nice surprise for Fleshy. He'd seen it around these days, and human seemed to love them. So adding a hot tub seemed to make perfect sense. The TARDIS had added the hot tub in the pool room, which had slides and more fun things added to it.

"I know you said you wanted to go for a swim, but how about this? We can even relax!" The Doctor squeezed Fleshy's hand as he lead him into the hot tub. Although the moment the hot water touched his skin he jumped a bit. Maybe too hot...

“I think this is better than just a swim,” Fleshy responded, squeezing the Doctor’s hand in return as he was led into the hot tub.

However, his response to the temperature of the tub was different than that of his boyfriend’s due to his sensory issues. But that’s not to say that Fleshy wasn’t excited - he was always excited to be doing fun things together with the man he’d fallen in love with what felt like ages ago. And since it was only the two of them on the TARDIS, he didn’t need to deal with anyone’s sense of modesty. They’d done more than seen each other in their current lack of clothing before, so it didn’t bother him to be in the buff while swimming, or in this case, stepping into the hot tub.

Fleshy couldn’t help but to melt a little, both figuratively and physically at the gesture, knowing that his Flesh-gray skin had a bit of blush going on because it always did when his boyfriend was being sweet. 

“One way to find out,” he said with a grin before letting go of his boyfriend’s hand and leaping over the rest of the steps leading into the hot tub which was deep enough that the water would definitely be above his shoulders while sitting.

Of course, he purposely intended to splash said boyfriend with the hot water, mostly because he could.

The Doctor jumped as hot water splashed against his skin before letting out a loud chuckle. It was hot, but nothing he couldn’t handle as he splashed back in return. He wasn’t sure if the ganger would feel it, but it didn’t hurt to return the gesture.

“Definitely better than swimming,” The Doctor hummed  and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. “I admit I was hoping this would be warm enough to help you feel something... even if its steaming hot for me.”

Of course he’d seen the blush on his beloved gangers face made him smile. Fleshy always knew how to make him smile. He slowly pulled them back towards the one of the corners of the tub.

“Wasn’t it? And not yet perhaps but I did tell you I was quite the screamer didn’t I?” River replied with a cheeky grin, loving how he looked when she managed to fluster him with her flirting. it was simply adorable, a bit like a puppy.

“I didn’t throw it out. Did you check in that fez room of yours I’m not supposed to know about? Or in the wiring under the console?” She suggested with a roll of her eyes.

“I’ve checked ever-” The Doctor sighed as he pressed a fingers against his forehead and rubbed it gently. “Right, well I guess it doesn’t matter. And you might as well forget that room exists.”

“I’m here because I’m here. The usual story. It’s a long one.” The Master says. He was still giving a bit of a struggle, mostly reveling in the feeling of having him so close that he could practically hook into his consciousness without a word… 

“Amy,” he corrects as he goes on, “is just fine. She didn’t want to come along. A real shame, I liked her.” He said, head falling back against the wall again. “I never know what would happen with the humans, so I had a little TARDIS tracker set up. When the watch opens he follows.” He explained, all too smug about having a clever thought that helped him out in the end. 

“… As a consolation prize for losing her husband I brought her wherever she wanted. She’s home.” He thought about hurting her. About kidnapping her or— something. And not that he’d admit it, but he couldn’t hear himself to anyways.

“I felt the watch open, but you knew that. You knew I was going to come for you once I felt it.” The Doctor wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge even if he tried. And suddenly the human he’d spent dedicated time searching for and was actually on the way to find, didn’t matter anymore. Because the Master was here and very close to him, of his own doing. “Sort of like a moth to a flame, you are.”

“I’ll be honest, I had no intention of bringing Rory into the fold.” The Doctor admitted and finally loosened his grip completely as his hands fell to his sides, though he stayed in place. “I did enjoy Rory but it was Amy who needed him. Even when she had the ability to travel the universe, Rory was the only thing that mattered to her. So I had to bring him.”

"There's something I need to tell you, something I've kept hidden for so long."

"You can trust me with whatever it is."

"I've been carrying this secret for years, but I can't hide it any longer."

"I've made a terrible mistake, and I need to come clean."

"I've been lying to you, and I can't live with the guilt anymore."

"I've realized something about myself, and I want to be honest with you."

"I appreciate your honesty."

"I've never told anyone this before, but I trust you enough to share it."

"I'm honored that you feel comfortable opening up to me."

"There's a part of my past I've never shared with anyone, but I believe you deserve to know."

"We all have our secrets. Thank you for trusting me with yours."

"I've been struggling with something."

"It's time I let it out."

"You don't have to carry your burdens alone."

"I need to confess something that may change how you see me."

"I've been hiding a part of myself from you."

"There's something I need to admit."

"Vulnerability is courageous."

"I've been carrying this guilt for far too long, and it's time to let it go."

"Guilt can weigh us down."

"You're brave for confronting it."

"I've been wrestling with this confession for a while, and I can't keep it hidden any longer."

"Sharing your truth takes courage."

"You know what? I've had a few too many."

"Everything feels like it's spinning!"

"Maybe it's time for some water and some fresh air."

"I'm feeling invincible right now! I can conquer the world!"

"You're my best friend, you know that? Like, the best person in the entire universe!"

"I appreciate the sentiment, but let's remember it's the tequila talking."

"I love you, man! I mean, seriously, you're the greatest!"

"I have this sudden urge to dance!"

"You know what's amazing? Pizza. It's like a miracle in every bite."

"Pizza is the hero we need, especially in moments like this."

"I have a confession to make. I've always secretly wanted to ride a dinosaur!"

"I'm telling you, I'm the funniest person in the world right now. I should be a stand-up comedian!"

"You're like, the most amazing person I've ever met. I'm so lucky to have you in my life!"

"Let's have this conversation when we're both in a more coherent state."

"Why is the room spinning? It's like a carnival ride in here!"

"I just had a brilliant idea! Let's start a band! I'll be the lead singer, and you can play the guitar!"

"I'm feeling all the emotions right now. It's like a rollercoaster ride!"

“Oh trust me sweetie, you’ll know when I’m playing games. There are usually handcuffs involved.” River replied in a purr while giving him a saucy wink.

“No, I don’t expect you to buy the nebula although I would love to watch you try.” She answered with a grin as she leaned in the doorway where she had a good view out the open doors.

“You know that’s not what I’m bloody well talking about, River.” Although The Doctor very well knew he was blushing at the mention of handcuffs and games being in the same sentence. “Oi, I don’t recall playing those kind of games.”

“I did no such thing. We happened to be near a rather lovely galaxy so I took a peek. I’m currently getting us into position for a better look.” River answered without missing a beat, having already come up with her cover story beforehand.

“Come take a look and see for yourself.” She said as she went the doors and opened them to reveal a red and gold nebula that looked like a blooming rose from this angle.

The Doctor Didn’t Believe her not one bit. Why? Because she did the same with the last fez he’d had. Much like him, lying was second nature when they wanted to hide something.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t play games with me?” The Doctor sighed before looking outside. The nebula looked fantastic, but she most likely moved them to cover her tracks. “Real pretty, but do you think I buy this?”